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We are close to the end of summer my friends and chapter nine is here.

It took it bit of an odd turn this chapter. I had 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 stuck in my head as well asSabine's Notebook which I highly recommend.

Alright, and now on to Chapter Nine. Written by the lovely Miriampippa, I ended up taking this story on an odd trip around town. I've been told it takes a bit to understand the interpretation BUT if you look for the clues I think it will be more fun than if I spoil everything.

p.s. The text in the images are hand-scrawled, partially on purpose, so I put the text down below for you!

Miscommunication

We stayed awake to remember the moment we’d fall asleep.

You’re in my arms, but you're always out of reach.

Why is it that only in our separate dreams we speak?

We won’t stop to hold our breath,

Maybe because air is a dreamer’s death.

Our hands are tied into knots,

We’re troubled by the same tangled thoughts,

But we still don’t find the words to talk about the things that truly matter.